and suddenly he saw spring
standing in the center
of the yard. Of course,
it wasn’t spring, because
seasons don’t stand
in our yards and smile,
but still,
there was something strange
in the softness of the air,
and the way light
seemed to dress the house
in a springtime shirt,
and the easy music
the birds were making
in a mild-mannered tree
that made the whole yard
look loose and at liberty.
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